Where did this all fell apart
Its time to dissect the heart
All ready to play church
Dressed in your Sundays best
All ready to play church
As bullets fly through your chest
You are easily amused and shudder at the thought
That someone else can save you, but you yourself cannot
At the gates of death, scared and oh so lonely
You have no one to look to and you're guilty
You're dead, do you know where your heart lied
All about gaining face with nothing inside
Gather up your treasures, they're ready to be destroyed
The death machine has been deployed
Who shall be next on this onslaught
Who's dying from lack of life, who's soul is rotten and forgotten
Time for church, lets put on a face we can all adore
Don't bother asking yourself if theres something more to live for
All ready to play church
Dressed in your Sundays best
All ready to play church
Bullets tearing through your chest
Its time to play the game of life, here come the bullets
Where was your heart in this chaos, here come the bullets
Burn in hell and never learn to tell the story to your young
Massacre for the masses, oh God, oh God, it has begun
Here come the bullets, I've got no say
Here come the bullets, it's time to pay.
